No Mas?

With each passing day, Peter Ferrara looks more and more like a political prophet:

The fundraiser — $30,400 per person — was at the home of Linda Douglass, the former CBS and ABC News reporter who joined the Obama White House to sell national health care to a skeptical public. Douglass is now a top executive at Atlantic Media, the Washington-based company that runs the Atlantic, National Journal, and other publications. Douglass’ husband, John Phillips, is a wealthy lawyer, and according to a White House pool report, he introduced Obama tonight by saying, “I can remember walking down those snowy streets of Des Moines in the primary…We sleep much better knowing that you are our president at this difficult time.”

According to the pool report, Obama thanked Phillips for the work he and his wife have done for Team Obama. Then the president mentioned that Phillips and Douglass have an opulent place in Italy and wondered why there had been no invitation to visit. “I’d appreciate a little break and some Tuscan sun,” the president said, according to the pool report. “Some pasta. I can use it.”

What, he got tired of Ron White's shrimp?  Maybe he wants some scampi?  You know what Fred always told Super Chicken, Barry: "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it."

Or maybe he didn't.  It's so recurring a theme of late that it's almost gotten cliched, but Barack Obama has been spared from the adversity of having to deliver results instead of pie-eyed promises for his entire adult life.  His ideology and race got him free passes for years, all the way to the top, and now that there's no further to go, no higher office to run for, he's finally having to live in the present instead of dangling the golden future that can belong to voters tantalizingly in front of their noses if they'll just elect him one more time.  And he's failed - not in ramming most of his hideously extremist agenda down our throats, but in that agenda producing the outcomes he promised.  Mainstream (i.e. non-Democrat) voters have noticed, and they've deserted him almost entirely, a political result which has his own base as disgruntled and surly as he is and directing that disapprobation at him, just as he's rebuking them.

He's adrift.  This is a brand new phenomenon he's never experienced before.  There was never a jam he couldn't get himself out of, a crowd he couldn't work up into a Hitlerian frenzy, by prompterizing another "historic" speech.  Now it doesn't work anymore.  It won't sell.  Why?  Because the message has failed, and he's not willing to change the message.

Frankly by this time I'm not convinced he could pull off a Clintonoid triangulation angle, but one would think he would see the wisdom of at least making the attempt.  But he's simply too much of a True Believer to even recognize the need, much less publicly embrace this virtue of necessity.

Nope, no contrition, no "I hear your message loud and clear, America".  Just endless doubling down and so pressingly an over-trying to recapture the '08 magic that it's almost painful for ME to watch:

“Now’s not the time to quit…it took time to free the slaves…ultimately we’ll make progress.”

“I need you to be fired up.”

“There better not be an enthusiasm gap, people.”

Ordinarily, I don’t think it’s wise to second-guess the communications or rallying skills of a man who garnered sixty-nine million votes. I don’t know if I ran for office that I’d get sixty-nine hundred votes. But wow. This is some terrible, terrible communicating.

I mean: It took time to free the slaves???

With his planet-sized ego, combined with the polling depths to which he's sunk, you know what this is?  The political bends.  In his frenzied mind, "It took time to free the slaves" isn't hyperbole; he really believes he and his presidency are that important.  The more he communicates that, the less popular he gets, and the less popular he gets, the more, um, bitterly he clings to it.

It's no wonder he wants another vacation so soon after the last three-month sojourn; it's human nature not to want to persevere with something that's always come easily and naturally suddenly becoming onerous and difficult.  A harsh new world of accountability and concrete, real-world expectations and power limitations would be a bitch to any pampered, protected, perfumed prince.  Nothing in his interference-run, door-opened, privileged, fantasy existence has prepared him for the horror of ruling a people who will not bow down and worship him.

How long after the annihilation of his party in four and a half weeks until he throws up his hands in exasperation and exclaims, "To hell with it - I QUIT!"?

I'm still not ready to predict it, but boy, is it now in the realm of conceivability.